A day before I was to travel to Brussels , I attempted to permanently tint my eyebrows, reacted terribly to it and ended up looking like an old fat faced oriental woman. My forehead had extended so much it could shield my face from the rain.
Truth is i love traveling so much it didn’t even occur to me to cancel or reschedule the trip, Plus I am not vain, so what does it matter how I look right? Very wrong. For as long as I could remember male attention was something one got because one was female. It is no big deal, it doesn’t make you special, and it’s just life. Or so I thought.
For the first time in forever, no flirtatious smiles at the airport to ignore. No drawn out moments before my passport got stamped, I was not fully aware of the difference until I was struggling to put my hand luggage in the overhead bin by myself that it dawned on me…………. I was hideous.
No one made eye contact, it was as if they spotted me from far and averted their gazes. Do you realize how hideous you have to be for people not to stare?
It still baffles me how attention that meant nothing to me was so greatly missed.
Anyways the antihistamines I had been given kicked in before I left for Paris so my obnoxious forehead had receded but the area around my eyes were still hideous.
By the way between the stretched skin, sores and peeling not only had the permanent eyebrows faded, I kept waking up to strands of my brows on my pillow.
Lucky for me, when negative situations spiral out of my control I seek solace in humor. It was funny. I tattooed in permanent brows for my trip and now my natural brows were gone. (Yes please, I took pictures)
It worked in my favor though, some guy was being obnoxious. Initially it was welcomed (at all at all) but then it was unfair because his lady was present so I took my stunners off. His shocked expression made me burst out laughing and from then on he didn’t glance in my direction again for the 3+ hours we shared a table at the Moulin Rouge theater. (A must visit by the way if you are in Paris).
By the time I was headed home, but for a dark patch I was back to normal and so did life. Only this time, the flirtatious smiles were not ignored. I ran into a friend at Schiphol airport and he paid me a compliment. I hugged him for a few seconds more than necessary before whispering thank you.
All I could ponder on my flight back was… What if I stayed that way?
